We're almost running down this
path,
wide view to the right, the left,
in front.
What we see is all we ever
wanted.
Our lives
unfold down it
and for a moment
everything resides in this.
Like sudden shout,
A wall.
A voice.
A call.
"That is as far as you will
go."
We stagger to a stop.
Hungry eyes seek what once was meant
for us.
With gentle love,
sweet reassurance, our gazes are
turned.
It's a mist of darkness.
And we can no longer see anything
at all.
"I'll walk it with you,"
He says.
Like rod of iron from Lehi's
dream.
Like stones of light touched by
the Savior.
We turn away from the grand and
glorious
And take his out-stretched hand.
Perhaps now, our fingers
interlock a little tighter
First with his, and then with
each other.
The darkness may press down
around us
The mists may be deep and heavy.
So much is left to the unknown.
But I will
walk it.
At the end of the rod of iron was
a tree of life.
And at the end of a journey lit
by stones,
They found a promised land.
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